I remember years ago being at a cross road, thinking should I pursue this passion I have for make-up artistry and skin care? Or, should I just make money and move up the corporate ladder being an account executive. Can I do both? Yes, but if you want to be a successful entrepreneur, you will have to choose. I wrote this poem the day I chose! I AM A FARMER!
I heard it today, My gift is my seed I heard it clearly, not a whisper, not a raised voice, but a voice of distinction This gift you give me, my seed, am I suppose to plant it, and then all of a sudden be this farmer? Me, in overalls, a straw hat, playing in dirt….I don’t think so
My gift is my seed, but will it keep me from starving? Will it comfort my heart burn? Will it fill many plates at my dinner table? Will love and logic both celebrate this victory?
My gift is my seed, I heard it again! Then why are all these side roads showing me a new route, a detour? One that promises to fill my plate but neglects my heart Promising me that I don’t have to wait, plant seeds, water or even get my hands dirty, I can eat abundantly today, but no promise to fix my heart condition.
My gift is my seed Today I declare I am an official farmer, Studying, planting, turning soil and awaiting my harvest, I was promised that this seed if planted correctly will cure my heart burn and fill plates even after I am called home I will have inspired so many others to become farmers, planting seeds of different kinds, And US sharing this beautiful garden of abundance We will feed each other and we shall not want for anything Your gift is your seed, you heard it today…..